Softly Scribbled Stars -Avni Khandelwal
Softly Scribbled Stars -Avni Khandelwal In nursery, I learnt how to draw stars. I clearly remember the day my best friend, of the time, taught it to me and how…
Softly Scribbled Stars -Avni Khandelwal In nursery, I learnt how to draw stars. I clearly remember the day my best friend, of the time, taught it to me and how…
Everything that is me has a bit of you. – Zoya Negi “People are all we’ve got.” Words my sister said to me at the dinner table. A little box…
Excerpts from yore – Eira Kumar when did these brick red walls turn into nostalgic pillars of what once was ? i call this my home, my second abode will…
Pinpricks of Pride and Rivers of Regret ~Raunak Chopra I am growing up and around. There’s a difference between changing and evolving, I have found. Still the same girl, sticky…
Lollipops – Eira Kumar lollipops are lined up on my kitchen counter. they stare at me, with the look of loss. this isn’t another sad ending, simply an adieu to…
The Grandma Chair -Saanvi Pruthi “Alexa? Play where’d all the time go by Dr Dog.” I love nostalgia. Playing games with my online friend-group, crying when we lost. Playing minecraft…
Woh Din Bhi Kya Din The –Saumya Every younger sibling’s dream is to be the only child in the house, even if just for a day. You’d still be the…